Bio:

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
…start the recording, please. The date is (censored), 5:30 am local time. Now beginning the psychological evaluation of Detainee 053. Good morning Mr. Smythe. How are we feeling today?

:DETAINEE 053:
Well doctor, let’s see. I’ve spent the last five or so days locked in isolation. The food is shit, the bunk has a broken spring and the only sources of entertainment have been smelling my own farts and getting thrashed by the jailers. Needless to say your question is so stupid you HAD to get a degree in psychology to ask it.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
I see you still enjoy a sarcastic quip, nevertheless. Well you DID make Sgt. Harker’s kneecap explode…

:DETAINEE 053:
Is there a point to this or can I go back shitting in a bucket?

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Charming. I’m here to get an opinion about your mental stability and to ask some simple questions.

:DETAINEE 053:
I don’t like my personal shit being picked by some cunt with a degree…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
That’s the second time you express distaste for my degree. And now it’s a CUNT with a degree.

:DETAINEE 053:
…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
You don’t like women much, do you Richard?

:DETAINEE 053:
…why don’t you tell me?

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Your mother was Martha Smythe, 3rd class Specialist in the Interstellar Navy’s Psy-Unit. After being removed from active duty for mental unstability, she proceeded to murder her senior officer – presumably your father – and disappeared into Detroit carrying you in her womb.

:DETAINEE 053:
…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
I’ve seen your x-rays. Looks like your fingers were broken several times as a child. Too many times…

:DETAINEE 053:
The guy leading the gang had this thing about old-school augs. Kinda like some people like scars, I guess.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
But the severe headaches and seizures… For God’s sake, half of your skull is metal.

:DETAINEE 053:
It’s smart alloy, actually. It adapts to growth and stuff like that. Better than bleeding to death on the living room floor.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Fair enough. So how did you end up in the Hongkong underground?

:DETAINEE 053:
The gangers realised maybe having a psy toddler as a good luck charm wasn’t as cool as they first thought, so they sold me off to the triads.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
So, you spent the next twenty years in the Chinese crimeworld. Drug-running, black market technology and …cyber-hacking?

:DETAINEE 053:
They got a neural interface hacked into my skull. I’m not a techie, but sure, I can do some basic cybershit.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Did you enjoy this lifestyle?

:DETAINEE 053:
“Lifystyle”? What the fuck are you talkin’ about, lady? I was property. A gweilo slave. An useful asset. Beats the Navy easily, though…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Which brings us to the present. The Inquisition had been on your track for years. You should be grateful you were hauled to the Navy when they finally found you. I’ve heard some nasty stuff that’s been done to a lot of rogue psychers.

:DETAINEE 053:
Grateful, huh? That’s pretty fucking rich…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
So why did you pop Sgt. Harker’s knee?

:DETAINEE 053:
Actually I was aiming at his balls.

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
The report says he was penalizing a fellow recruit before you confronted him..

:DETAINEE 053:
“Penalizing”? Motherfucker was beating the kid to death! And why? ’Cos he messed up one fucking field test?

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Why’d you care?

:DETAINEE 053:
…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
Well, Mr. Smythe?

:DETAINEE 053:
…

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
I think we’re done here today. Thank you for your time Mr. Smythe. Officer Lansky, please escort the detainee to his cell.

[detainee is escorted out]

:OFFICERBARNABY:
So, Sandra. What’d you think? Is he deep down just a scared little boy?

:DOCTORWILLIAMS:
I think deep down he’s a demented asshole. As for deployment… I’m thinking S.S.R.